the memories of you have burned a hole into my brain,
theyve singed my hair,
painted the walls ash-grey.
i asked if i could burn the sweatshirt
but it wasnt your face i was looking at,
though it was the one i was seeing,
but even if you didnt answer me
im not sure i could do it
thats why im having someone else do it for me.
if you had stood any closer
hugged any longer
i wouldve ripped my skin off.
i wouldve torn out my ribcage and handed it to you
because you took that barrier from me.
i might even give you my spine,
because you took that from me too
when you asked where to meet me when it was 4am.
i told you im not perfect
im still gonna have days where i trip myself over the thought of you
and it seems i have fallen two flights for you tonight
and i landed face up
with the breath knocked out of me.
but im not gasping for air
im simply waiting
for someone to shake me back to life.
just like im waiting for that sweatshirt to go up in flames.
please dont take it personal
i just found no use in it anymore.
something inside me hurts
and i want my ribcage and spine back
im ready to stitch my skin back together.
hand me a glass of water,
i should get some sleep.
but i wont be kissing your pillow goodnight
you dont deserve any more from me.